Jian Changsheng looked at his son's back and wanted to say something, but he said nothing.
It was not until Jian Yichen went upstairs that Jian Changsheng hugged his head in pain. He felt indescribably uncomfortable.
He did not know why he had suddenly come to this point. He nodded for some reason. From now on, this thorn would forever stab his son's heart.
Did he regret it?
Jian Changsheng asked himself.
He regretted it, but he did not regret it. An ambiguous feeling tore at him. In the end, he would transfer this weight that belonged to him to others.
And that person was his son.
An innocent person who should not have endured all of this.
After a long time, Jian Changsheng clenched his fists in frustration. What was he doing?
